Dam Fine

Since I'm in my office this morning, I thought I might as well make a quick post. I did start Then We Came to the End and so far it really is as Hilarious! as Stephen King promised. It's bringing back all kinds of memories of my first job as a proofreader. It takes place at almost the same time, the economic downturn in 2001, which was the year I graduated from college.

It's funny that I hardly ever, really never, think of that job, except for recently when I ran into a former coworker at Trader Joe's. She said they'd been bought out, it was such a different place, etc., etc. At the time, I couldn't even remember the names of the people I wanted to ask after. Not that it bothered me, I was just so happy that my family members and I were all showered and nicely dressed for this 11 a.m. grocery stop (I can't begin to explain how unusual this is). It occurred to me that the last time she'd seen me I was 23 years old. Ever the sentamentalist, I have never once returned to the offices I've left for the friendly pop-in.

Anyway, I'm rambling. My point is that a month ago I couldn't remember the names of all these people who are now vibrant and fresh in my mind thanks to Joshua Ferris. What a crew! Maybe I should have stayed on longer and written a memoir ...

Well, I didn't and now I'm a glorified technical writer/marketing guru. A technical writer who will be reading nothing this weekend other than a riveting piece on dam safety inspection procedures. Once I finish writing it, that is.

Have a great weekend!